User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150429212034/@comment-26073479-20150614024701

Spinner sighed and looked away from the violent scene; gripping his oar so hard his knuckles began to change color. That's bad, he thought. He then proceeded to wince as Wethery's comment cut through the silence. Jerking his head back around, he stared openmouthed at the vole. That's also bad was the only thought his astonished brain could come up with. Didn't she see what just happened to the squirrel?

He looked down at his oar. Should I just do it now, and take a chance with it working or not? He pondered as he rowed, finally shaking his head against the idea. ''No. I have only one chance at this, and when I do, I want to have the best chance. But no later than tonight. I don't think I can keep it up past tonight.''

He did, however, allow himself one quick peek at his plan. Slowly sliding his hand down the oar, he briefly pantomimed his rowing, hoping that the current distractions were enough to keep the vermin from noticing.

To anybody watching, it looked as if he were using his entire oar, as all the other slaves. But, in truth, he wasn't. He was only using the far right half of his oar to row. The other half was, as of the previous night, separate from the rest. Which essentially made him the proud possessor of a heavy wooden club.

Spinner was, as far as the implement's creation, rather proud of himself. He'd worked on it for months, every night chewing a little bit farther through the wood. Of course, there was the fact that he was still chained to the fixed half of the oar. He did have a solution for that, though he wasn't sure if it would work. While chewing the oar through, he had removed a chunk of wood from it. He had proceeded to sharpen it down to a dull point; a lockpick, if you will.

Quickly placing his hand back over the cut part, he resumed rowing, giving a quick glance at the corsairs to make sure they didn't notice.

It was a far-fetched plan; to be sure. But a plan gave them a chance. A chance gave them hope.

And in a situation like this, hope was the best they had.

OOC: To clarify what I just said; in case there's any problems: Spinner secretly chewed through his oar, using the cover of sleeping on it to work on it every night. He just finished it the night before, and is planning on telling Jokeb and the others when the coast is clear. Hope there aren't any issues :)